Blabber: Well, I wrote this out of boredom, and I am continuing it if I can. Hope you like it... Well...Good...morning people.

Chapter 1

They say opposites attract. With this pair…you don't really know what'll happen.

Sakura Haruno was your average fan girl. Sometimes she's easy to get along with, and sometimes she can be a pain in the ass. Her mood usually ends up with how she wakes up in the morning. She doesn't have many enemies; most of them are usually fellow fan girls. She was always teased because of her large forehead. She always stands out in a crowd because of her pink hair and light green eyes, and sometimes the loudness of her voice (in some people's opinion). Her family was rich, her father owns an AC company, which takes in a lot of money since it's hot in Konoha all year round, and her mother was a former model. Of course, you have to be rich to get in Arashi-sama High. Actually, you didn't have to be rich, you could also get if you're smart enough. Sakura shielded her eyes from the sun as she stepped out of her house. It was two weeks until Halloween, and it wasn't cold at all. She was in her school uniform, which was extremely plain. A white button up collared shirt with the school emblem right on the breast pocket and a red plaid skirt. Of course, since the girls weren't a stickler for rules, they picked the shortest skirts ever thinking it would impress…
"Sasuke!!! Get you ass down here! You're late!" Yelled a man with jet black hair and onyx eyes.

I beautiful woman who looked younger than thirty sighed, "Fugaku, stop it. I told you not to say the 'a' word while you're eating. Remember?" She asked closing her eyes. The woman had long black hair and matching eyes. Her skin was pale and she was drinking tea on the breakfast table with her husband.

"Mitoko, Sasuke isn't a kid anymore. I'm just making sure he goes to the right direction. Not like Itachi. Itachi was a straight A student, but somehow he got his a—"He broke off as his wife glared at him; "He got his butt in jail."

Mitoko sighed, "He was involved in the Gang Akatsuki. He sold drugs and stole. He killed a couple of people and smoked pot. He always went home late, always drunk. Don't act as if you're surprised, jail isn't something that he or you aren't used to."

Fugaku drank his coffee, "I'm worried about Sasuke. I'm afraid that he's going around with the wrong people. I've heard that he and that Gaara Sabaku are around each other a lot. I heard he hangs out with that Uzumaki too." He said after putting the cup down.

Mitoko sighed, "That's a first." She said pouring her husband another cup of coffee.

Fugaku sipped from the cup and placed it on the table, "First what?" he asked confused.

"First time you ever worried about Sasuke. When he was little, you only cared for Itachi." Said Mitoko.

Fugaku looked depressed, "Yeah. I did that, but even back then, I always cared about Sasuke."

"What about Sasuke?" Asked a cold voice.

That's when time seemed like it stopped in place.

Mitoko clapped her hands together and laughed nervously, "Ah…Sasuke, breakfast is ready. Do you want me to get you a plate? Do you want eggs or…"

"I'm not hungry." He interrupted.

"But…dear, you might run out of energy…" Said Mitoko looking troubled.

Sasuke placed his shoes on and turned his head back, "No, I won't." He smirked, "I'm an Uchiha, remember?"

He turned his head back to the door and opened it. Before closing the door he said, "Don't bother picking me up or dropping me off at school. That's why I have legs."

Then, he closed the door and went out the gate.

Sasuke Uchiha was the youngest son of Fugaku and Mitoko Uchiha. His brother Itachi was in jail and was a disgrace to the Uchiha family. He was disowned after he was sent in the slammer.

Sasuke's family was rich so he got in to Arashi-Sama High easily. But it wasn't just because of money, it was because he was a genius, well he was one of the many geniuses in Arashi-sama High.

The boys' uniform was different than the girls. They wore a white button up collared shirt and navy blue pants. Of course since nearly all the guys weren't a stickler for rules, they wore the extra baggy ones.

As he saw a crowd of people wearing the same uniform as him lining up at the school's gate, he knew something weird was happening since no one was getting in.